Ayy, write that shit, again
I write that shit, that splash again, hold up
Young minds can't stand, hold up
Drip on me, cocaine colour
Look like I'm a dead idol
Oh man, God, damn, okay
I'm tired, be alone
I got a fame, the faith
They say I gotta play
I gotta say a lot to people in a crowd
Don't need, no think, I'm smart
This shit don't warm my heart
I feel like, damn, what you really mean?
I ain't playing Saints, I'm just saying
I don't know how this shit just up my bands
Are you mad or nah? You take a loss
Can't understand your feelings, duh
Don't fuck about the bitch, like boss
Как бизнесмен, поднял свой спрос
Тут есть рецепт, I got my sauce
От моих баров с земли bounce
You know my name, but wrist ain't frozed
This photo, bitch, just take a pose
